The Catwalk

While I can claim with reliable photographic evidence in abundance that I once was smaller than a bread truck, I have never fit the ideal of a catwalk model.

And frankly, I cannot imagine what the attraction could possibly be for a skeletally thin, bony and angular woman.

Then, add to that visual the disturbingly uncomfortable 'sexy underwear' that is alleged to be some sort of catnip to the male of the species and you have a truly strange vision.

Though I am not a prude, I also am not a regular subscriber to the Victoria's Secret mailers.

They just don't sell things in 'bread truck with extra bumpers' sizes and if they did, I am quite certain that diaphanous and flowing would be replaced with dumpy and fluffy. Most certainly not the spark a romantic flame might need for ignition. I am thinking more on the lines of total darkness here.

Just who decided what body type is 'THE ONE' for everyone?

Who got the authority to be able to grant women a pass if they shop in the toddler aisle and a fail if their hips are bigger than a breadbox.

Oddly enough, when it comes to breast size, the same people who fail the gals with ample hips are the same dolts who decide that a women who must employ flying buttresses to support cleavage that was enhanced by something from Dow Chemical is some sort of goddess due their full attention. It's a definite pass to the head of the class if you have a bra size that figures more in the hardware department rather than in fabrics.

Having studied my fair share of psychology and human sexuality during my college days both in and out of the classroom. Nothing like college students to provide the 'laboratory portion' of the classroom experience on a night at the drive in - I dang near dropped my root beer when I saw it.

I have decided that we need to be more realistic in what is expected of a WOMAN. Since God didn't see fit to use some sort of casting process to vet which one body type was all that he would allow on this Earth, I'm figuring that somewhere in the great beyond is the angel of the zaftig who has so many glorious gifts that size is never even thought of much less mentioned.

Since we in our relative physical imperfections as we see them are all God's children, how can the body he gave us be a mistake?

Everyone wasn't meant to be able to walk the catwalk or be catlike in grace and movement. Some of us were meant to be something entirely different.

All we need to do is become more like our Father and realize that different doesn't mean wrong when it comes to our shapes and sizes. Sometimes, we are too hard on what we see in the mirror without any thought at all as to what beats inside the heart of that woman who, for whatever reason, doesn't fit any mold or type.

God must have liked wondrous variety indeed just as the line from the movie Robin Hood suggested. If it were not so, there would have been only one kind of man for one kind of woman. That being the case, the rest of us could have just sat on the edge of a cloud, used our Cliff Notes and waited for the exams to pass our Earthly knowledge portion of life.

Here's hoping that one day the catwalk will be filled with women and men who are not models in magazines but models in their everyday conduct of how to fulfil the measure of their creation as our brothers and sisters and family of God.